October nine and she was fine
October ten came and went
October eleven she thinks of heaven
Can I be recognized in violet
All turned blood red
They are all like a rose
Pricking and picking my veins
Somebody uses extreme osmosis
To help their pain in doses
Now the flowers have gone
Because of the atmosphere and the sun
Will I be the one to change her
Like all dogs sitting in a manger
We were not perfect
October twelve was hell
October thirteen and I was seen
By her from a far
Just to distance ourselves from who we are
October fourteen and she became gorgeous
Because the love we had floored us
Can we start again every day, every week, and every month
Because I think you are the one